Old Compositions – The Ant & the Grasshopper

Hi guys! I hope you enjoyed last week’s post! Here’s a reminder of how the post is laid out. Original Fable (the stories we deconstructed were fables) My younger self’s attempt Me rewriting it again, today. Original Fable In a field one summer’s day, a grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing to its heart’s…… Continue reading Old Compositions – The Ant & the Grasshopper

Old Compositions – The Ant and the Chrysalis

I’ve been cleaning my train wreck of a room and I’ve stumbled across a folder filled with old middle school worksheets for a composition class. This is like 2015, people. I was 14 and only JUST discovering I liked writing. These are a nightmare. The purpose of this class was to learn how to take…… Continue reading Old Compositions – The Ant and the Chrysalis

The Writer’s Smoking Room – Flash Fiction

Just toying around with what if pencils were like cigars. What if you smoked words onto the page. And what would different pencils produce when smoked? Would different pencils be smoked depending on the demographic? I DO NOT CONDONE SMOKING, IT IS A FILTHY HABIT, this is just toying with a fantastical and wild idea.…… Continue reading The Writer’s Smoking Room – Flash Fiction

The Town with a Forgotten Name

The soft snow fell outside the gas station, covering the lonely clunker that was parked out front. It belonged to the girl behind the counter. She leaned on the counter, bored out of her mind. Her platinum blonde hair spilled around her shoulders, her eyeshadow a bright raspberry. She popped her bubble gum and dreamed…… Continue reading The Town with a Forgotten Name

Do Not Go in the Woods – Flash Fiction

The child ran into the woods, past the battered fence, that hadn’t kept anything out for years. But then again, the fence was there to keep things in, no one within their right minds would enter that place. But this child had no knowledge of what lurked in the wood. She ran, laughing into its…… Continue reading Do Not Go in the Woods – Flash Fiction

The Wood Sprite – Flash Fiction

I walked through an expanse of unnamed woods in the countryside of England. I had been walking for several hours until the sound of singing reached my ears. I searched for the sound, and to my surprise I came upon a little girl, standing next to a tree. She caressed the tree’s bark and sang her…… Continue reading The Wood Sprite – Flash Fiction